The rain came down in a relentless torrent, chilling in its damp embrace. It caused the red cloak that hung about his shoulders to cling to his toned form, soaked through to the skin in absence of any garment covering his chest. Had he still retained a fine control over the elements, he’d have put a stop to the downpour long ago. But he was no longer the god of thunder. Or much else, for that matter.
Forcing himself to endure the shower, the axe held in his left hand replacing his mighty hammer, he followed a route between buildings, wishing to see where it would end. Rendered valueless he had little desire to do much else but wander Midgard, at least until he found a way to get offworld. Hopefully that time would come son enough.
Hopefully.
on most days, he would have preferred the rain over sunlight. still, it was quite clear to him that someone ( or something ) wasn’t going to make today easy for him. all he wanted to do was try to relax, but apparently that was just a bit too much to ask for.
still, if he could find an easy target – maybe that would cheer him up. well, maybe not by much, but it would clear his head. a fight… usually did when he had days when he simply was on the edge of who he was. all he had to do was find someone and take the leap — maybe then it would get him back in the right direction. well, hopefully.
“you shouldn’t be here,” he said, mainly as his own version of a warning as he leaned against a wall. “especially someone who looks… that bad.”
“ you know – i’m starting to get the impression that you LIKE me. “ she looks him over; ever since they first MET it’s always been a matter of hesitation. while both saw each other as potential allies, they KNEW their morality and their goals didn’t line up. and yet, there seemed to be something under the SURFACE – something suggesting that they could very well be allies. she knew nothing about him, not enough to trust him, but she no longer feared for her life when they crossed paths. maybe foolish of her. “ or, at least, you tolerate me. “
“i wouldn’t call it EITHER of those things.” he didn’t trust her, he didn’t entirely like her, and to say he tolerated her was entirely DEBATABLE on his mood. it was true, he would have ENJOYED working with her, but ky rarely ( if ever ) admitted his true feelings. “let’s just say.. i don’t see any point in causing any PROBLEMS between us.” well, more than the usual, but he felt that was besides the point.
“i would have thought you’d be bored by now.” he flashed a slight smirk as he leaned against the wall. “i wouldn’t dream being in your position, thor.” still, spending day after day making sure ky was actually there was… boring. if it was him, he would have stopped a long time ago – still, he hoped the other had news of when he would actually get out of there. “so, what is the plan for today?”
if she agreed, would that make her an accessory? no idea. the legal thing isn’t her area of expertise for a reason. it was tempting though. less cops on her ass meant fewer trips to the police station and she’s had more than enough of those. “you can do whatever the hell you want, just don’t trace it back to me and we’re good.” can’t do her job if she was in prison. what he does with his free time was none of her business so if he wanted to burn the place down, more power to him. as long as she’s not involved. thousand dollar tab. lucky bastard has money to blow while she struggles to make ends meet, leaving in this crap apartment with loud neighbors. “what’s the catch?” no one can suggests something like that without a catch.
he wasn’t expecting her to say yes – even if it was in her own way. taking out over a massive chunk of the police force would be easy and they wouldn’t trace it back to her. he would make sure of that … more or less. “no catch.” a lie, there was always a catch. he just wanted – no, needed someone to be with. to have company. he could have picked up some random girl and killed them, but he already had grown bored of doing that. a reason to why he thought treating her would be the best bet. “none at all.”
Marrick was more than 90% sure that the other pretended not to fear anyone. To keep his own sanity or pretend he was something more than he should be. Either way Marrick wouldn’t be surprised if Ky’lar simply pretended that he didn’t fear Lucifer. Something Marrick doubted as even those in Lucifer’s inner circle feared him, it was the healthier option and something he knew a lot did despite how many times they simply said they didn’t. It was just the way things were – well the way things were supposed to be at least but there was always one who pretended otherwise.
Laughter falls off the hounds lips as his head shakes, his arms coming up in a lazy stretch before he settles blue eyes back on the other steadily. ❝ Do as you please mate. Can’t be assed babysitting a BRAT anyway. ❞ Words passed with nothing more than a bored tone as he moves from the door.
there wasn’t much the demon truly feared. sure, he once feared lucifer, but now he didn’t. well, it wasn’t exactly correct, he feared the archangel, but not where it actually mattered. more like ky feared him, but it was the same fear he had around anyone — at any moment someone could try to kill him. he just didn’t tend to care too much about lucifer as there was a slight about of doubt the other would actually do such a thing to hurt him… at least fatally.
“i’m not a brat. I just get what i want.” if that happened to involve going against explicit orders? so be it… not like it mattered anyways to him. a reason to why he didn’t start towards the door after the hound moved. instead, he just folded his arms over his chest with a grunt. “so, how many between me and him?”
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